A drunken tycoon not only behaves like a child, but also sleeps in the same position as a child.
He not only held Bailu in his arms, but also buried his face in the crook of her neck, so close that he could feel her eyelashes fluttering.
Even though she knew it was an unconscious act, Bai Lu's heartbeat still couldn't help but accelerate slightly, creating a stark contrast with the steady beating of his chest.
What a troublesome little brat!
Bai Lu pulled her face out from under her neck and smiled earnestly: "I'm really not angry."
Xiao Cheng gave her a serious look.
She responded with an "Oh," and then buried her face back down.
Bai Lu: "..."
The breath sprayed close to my neck, sweeping back and forth. When my slightly cool lips inadvertently touched my neck, a faint smell of alcohol permeated the thin air.
The scorching heat of the rising temperature quickly spread throughout the room, casting an ambiguous hue over the darkness.
Under the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, the hazy shadow of lips gradually moved upwards from the neck.
Move it to her fair, jade-like chin.
A cool, soft sensation fell onto her lips, and Bai Lu was startled awake, pushing away Xiao Cheng's face that was pressing down on her.
"Oh, by the way, I bought you a new pillow. See if you like it."
After pushing Xiao Cheng away, Bai Lu quickly got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, and took out the new pillow she had bought that afternoon.
Turning around, she saw that Xiao Cheng was still in the position she had pushed away, his elbow pressed against the bed, half-lying down.
He only got up reluctantly when he saw her coming over.
I sat outside, with my back against the headboard.
His deep gaze was fixed on her, unblinking for a moment.
Bai Lu, as if walking through a fiery mountain, hurried to the bedside and smilingly placed the new pillow in Xiao Cheng's arms.
He grabbed his own pillow with one hand, flipped it over, and unzipped it.
He pulled out the brand-new, hot bank card.
He handed it back to Xiao Cheng: "Now that you have a new pillow, you can put your bank card in it. You don't need to leave it with me anymore."
Xiao Cheng glanced at the card in Bai Lu's hand, then looked at Bai Lu's face and frowned.
His hand remained still in the position where she had stuffed the pillow into his hand and was holding the pillow, motionless.
He clearly didn't want to accept that bank card.
Bai Lu sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, took Xiao Cheng's pillow, turned it over, unzipped it, put the bank card inside and hid it, then stuffed the pillow back into Xiao Cheng's arms.
"alright."
She had hidden it well, but Bailu still felt it was necessary to remind her: "It's not safe to keep your bank card in your pillow. You should find a better place to hide it tomorrow. No, it's safer to keep it on your person."
Bai Lu thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you have a wallet? Why don't you put it in your wallet?"
Xiao Cheng shook his head: "No."
He said matter-of-factly, "You buy it for me."
Bai Lu wiped her face, looking incredulous: "You really don't have a wallet?"
That's impossible.
The big shot isn't some fresh-out-of-the-class worker.
The pay for working for a big boss is substantial. If you don't have a wallet, what will you use to carry the money? A sack?
Seeing Bai Lu's distrustful look, Xiao Cheng got angry, threw the pillow aside, and took out all his belongings from his pockets, placing them in front of Bai Lu.
Five yuan, ten yuan, twenty yuan, fifty yuan, one hundred yuan... a pile of money adds up to at least a thousand yuan.
He really didn't have a wallet; it was all money. He didn't even have cigarettes or a lighter. I don't know if he ran out of cigarettes and didn't have time to buy more, or if he bought them but didn't bring them with him.
However, Bai Lu hasn't seen Xiao Cheng smoke recently, nor has she smelled any tobacco on him.
"Lulu, buy me a wallet," Xiao Cheng suddenly said, reminding Bai Lu again.
Bai Lu looked at his face, which was about to get angry if he didn't buy it, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
The child was finally satisfied.
He slowly and methodically tidied up the money on the bed, stacking each bill neatly, until he received a twenty-yuan note.
A small thing fell off.
Bai Lu picked it up and examined it carefully, checking it several times before finally confirming it.
"This is my hair clip."
Xiao Cheng did not deny it, and directly admitted: "Yes, Lulu's hair clip."
Bai Lu held the small black hair clip with a puzzled look: "But didn't you give it back to me when I shaved your hair before? I only put one hair clip in your pocket at the time... No, it seems that when I was changing clothes, I accidentally knocked another hair clip off the table, and after picking it up..."
"I think I just casually put it in your pocket." It's been so long, Bai Lu can't quite remember.
But... "Both hairpins were in your pocket, so why did you only return one to me when you shaved my head?"
Bai Lu looked at Xiao Cheng, who was picking up money, with a puzzled expression.
Xiao Cheng didn't even look up, and answered matter-of-factly, "You didn't say you wanted two."
Bai Lu: "..."
Communicating with children requires very stable emotions, as well as a great deal of tolerance and understanding.
It's alright, this is her forte.
Not angry at all.
Xiao Cheng folded the money neatly, looked up at Bai Lu, and asked, "Are you still buying clothes?"
"What clothes should I buy?" Bai Lu was momentarily caught off guard by his out-of-space-like train of thought.
Xiao Cheng looked at Bai Lu's thin knitted sweater: "What are you wearing?"
Bai Lu's light-colored sweater was neither too thick nor too thin; it was a very conservative style.
Actually, you can't see anything, but being stared at by Xiao Cheng will make you feel embarrassed, okay?
"No need to buy any more. You've already bought me two dresses and an outer coat. That's enough."
"I didn't buy pajamas." Xiao Cheng brought up the type of clothing that Bai Lu had deliberately ignored.
Bai Lu doesn't wear pajamas; she always wears sweaters as pajamas. She wears thick sweaters when it's cold and thin sweaters when it's neither too hot nor too cold, just like now: "I don't need to buy pajamas specially; what I'm wearing now is my pajamas."
Xiao Cheng corrected: "A sweater is not pajamas."
“Yes, yes, you’re right.” Bai Lu didn’t want to argue with the child: “Next time I have time, I’ll go to the street to buy pajamas, real pajamas.”
Xiao Cheng replied, "The clothes on the street don't suit you."
Bai Lu looked up in surprise and saw that Xiao Cheng had an unfathomable expression on his face, and his deep eyes, which had been clearly showing his emotions, seemed to have regained a bit of clarity.
Is this... the big boss has recovered?
"Xiao Cheng?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Cheng on the other end frowned: "Call me A-Cheng!"
Bai Lu: "..."
Okay, she's overthinking it.
“Acheng.”
Xiao Cheng nodded in satisfaction, took the money in his left hand, and held Bai Lu's soft little hand in his right palm.
"I will buy Lulu better clothes."
Bai Lu slightly raised her eyes and met Xiao Cheng's serious gaze and earnest tone, and her heart stirred slightly.
Her grandfather once told her that no matter what situation she was in, she should live well. Material possessions were not important; living was the true meaning of life.
She always kept in mind that survival of the fittest applies to all things. If you don't have the ability to change the times, then adapt to them in a way that you can accept.
Strive to become a better version of yourself, so that you won't disappoint anyone when we meet again.
She had never considered treating herself in a better way, but Xiao Cheng not only thought of it...
And they did it.
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